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So I had already written my offering before I saw that Kat had posted a prompt. I will look at the prompts from now on in case they inspire me. But this came out of the whirlwind that is my inner life.


Split into pieces
one for each
soft spot –
a shard for each
blue bruise.
This is how
I have learned love –
it is an ache
that cannot be bled dry.
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Going with Kat's prompt -- writing about my biggest fear. I tried to combine two in one.

Goddess, you have
your finger
on the dimmer.
You can cast me
into darkness with
a twitch.

What if I never
see that loved face
again?

My ears do not know
how to drink like my
eyes.

Please keep me in the light.
If you do, there is still a
chance.

SW
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sw--i love your biggest fear poem! "my ears do not know how to drink like my eyes." gold!
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Oh thank you magyproductions! I let it just be what it was. If I get a good line out of the deal, it's awesome!
sw
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sw,

You've got some wonderful lines already:

a shard for each
blue bruise.
This is how
I have learned love –


and:

Goddess, you have
your finger
on the dimmer.
You can cast me
into darkness with
a twitch.


Wow.
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Thank you, Kat. I hope to get back here today after missing yesterday. xo
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This charm poem is based on a prompt Kat posted on her NaPoMo thread!

Morning Charm

Half a ton of lots of fun
Stirred with crazy joy.
Half a spoon of the new moon,
Peel of sunshine, grated fine,
Pinch a pinch of seeds of time.
Dance around and swing your hips,
Put the motion in the mix.
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I decided to go look at the prompt for today on the NaPoWriMo 2014 site and found out about a form called a golden shovel,where the last word of every line is a word from another poem, and when you read all the last words in order, you read the other poem in its entirety. In light of this amazing revelation (I'd never heard of it before), I have picked a VERY short poem that I have tried to golden shovelize. Here's the link to the day 5 prompt. Day 5 prompt

What I found was that it is very hard (unlike the example given in the prompt) to create this shovel poem with anything like regularity of shape or form. So my rather unevenly line-broken poem follows, and I am certain many of you will recognize the poem I used as the spark for my golden shovel. PS It helped me to just do something very stream of consciousness. The ideas and words just bypassed my critical thinking brain and came out, rather strangely, but if I'd put too much thought into what the heck I was writing, I would have stopped utterly. So I just went with it!

Chewing the last bits of hope
caught in my teeth, there is
something sour, a
lingering taste after the thing
was pried out from behind a molar along with
small remnants of dinner. Chicken without feathers --
or an apple peel containing nothing – that
pretense of sustenance – hopeless in fact – perches
there, tucked into the cheek, in-
visible to the
naked soul.

But hope slithers down my chin in fragments and
the broken thing almost sings
forth her liberation! How will the
hopeless shred of hope carry her tune
now? In a box without a glove? In a pocket without
a hip? Or –hospitably -- in the
little pouch of air trapped inside her bra, where words
fail and
there is comfort to be found at last, though never
for long. She inevitably stops
short, staring sightlessly back at
me –the one she fled from, dreams and all.


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Spring

Greenless grass crisps
under stalking paws.
The sun floats in
the sky over one dead,
leafless apple tree and
its tree house skeleton.
In the shadows:
cool mud, stamped with
November oak leaves.
A snowless snowshovel
leans over the steps,
drunk with dreams of
a glorious past.

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Written from my sick bed. But at least I'm not missing another day of NaPoMo....

Spring Flu

Chest like an iron stone,
Skin sandpapered into ache,
Hot lips, not the sexy kind,
And a throat that might actually like Jello.

SW
(hack, cough)
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Day 10. In recognition of my mother's death ten years ago.

April 10, 2014

A million years ago today,
celestial bodies skirted
one another
near disaster
a close call
sheer magic.

Ten thousand years ago today,
a woolly mother huddled
in mute love
over her baby,
amidst a blizzard of ash.

One thousand years ago today,
blood spilled across stone
as the goddess wept
and the line between her brows cleared,
erased by a Merlin finger.

One hundred years ago today
it was a good Friday
for some.
Others
mothers
tried to use their magic wills
to turn men from war and
keep their sons alive.

Ten years ago today,
the celestial body
mother
goddess
who reigned like the mad white queen
in a world of our own
and of her invention--
died, leaving me to
wonder why it all mattered
So Damned Much.

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I'm traveling so it's harder to get to the board, but I have a chance now to put up a poem I wrote yesterday as I sat and watched small children practice cricket here in Bath, England.

Cricket Field

Trim green in slanting light.
The shadow of my pen keeps
company with it
in friendly solidarity,
following along, intrepid, cheerful.
Notes from a single saxophone
and a siren from behind,
an airplane far above
divide space like a cake.
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